With A Little Help From My Friend

Love saves.

Walking the Earth, believing that we are separate from each other, trusting what we see, hear and touch, leads to confusion and sadness. A despair so deep that calls for resistance, dis-ease and death.

We believe that we are a wave apart from the ocean, a branch apart the tree, and death becomes the only outcome. What else could this picture bring?

We must question the reality of this picture. We must inquire and lift the veil of darkness surrounding it. We must have the courage to dismiss our sensory reality, however real it may appear. Ultimately, we must throw away the belief that a branch can actually grow apart from the tree, that a wave can be separate from the ocean. We must abandon the sense of a personal self, with an existence apart from the whole, disconnected, at war with other selves, and at war with its environment.

Love saves.

There is a voice that one can hear in silence. An inner voice that reminds us of a song long forgotten. A voice so small that it requires a willingness to forget about the noise of the world and listen.

Once the voice is heard, it brings a confidence, a joy and a peace beyond words. It is the voice of Love uttering Itself to Itself.

In silence, it whispers : “I Am” and, in silence, we realize that we are. We are that spark of light, that ray of consciousness. A light that was never born, a consciousness that will never die. We are the light, the consciousness of the Universe forever expressing Itself, in perfect ways.

In this realization, the past is forever forgotten, the future becomes an everlasting present. There’s nothing to gain, nothing to achieve, nothing to accomplish. It is a rest from the strain of the world.

At this very moment, we are innocent, at one with the Universe. The presence of an invisible Life, forever sustaining, supporting, and guiding us enlightens our path.

Love is.

Without worries, without stories, without thoughts, in silence, we realize that we are, forever.

This inner voice is a friend, a lover, a mother, a father. It is all, in all.

It is what I am, what we are.

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